DRY CRIK Journal: REQUIEM FOR A BARN

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REQUIEM FOR A BARN

Not the first time
the roof blew off
with half-a-stack inside –

moved it in the Fifties,
to patch and paint it half-a-century
beside the sycamore.

How many bales
bucked up and down
the years, how many mine?

How many heartbeats?
How much sweat and hay dust
in its rafters still alive on its side?

Rain: .51"

Posted by John Dofflemyer on January 20, 2010 6:33 AM | Permalink

Comments

barns burn down
now i can see the moon.
- zen saying

Posted by: mando | January 29, 2010 3:11 PM

Thanks, kiddo. Big one tonight - our anniversary.

Posted by: John Dofflemyer | January 30, 2010 3:32 PM

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